It happened while looking out the window tonight,
the room light reflected on dark panes,
my nose to the glass to see outside, when I noticed
a blur of motion dancing behind me, so I pulled away,
turned and focused, no more than two or three heartbeats,
stared directly into her face, clear as the day she passed
she smiled, my reality popped, jolted by sound
like balloons exploding, and then she was gone again
© Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 